#mlm fanfic

[willdarknessdivideblog]

Your daily Scorbus post💫

artist: alexdar_

[yvette-tal]

Sakusa Kiyoomi as your boyfriend that doesn’t like sweets but will eat any sweets to bake because they remind him of everything he loves about you ^^

So imagine you’re a streamer and asked Kiyoomi to ‘watch’ your chat while you go to check on the cake you’d put in the oven.

Kiyoomi isn’t really interested in interacting with your chat but he supports you fully and would 100 percent interact with chat if he had to/if you wanted him to. He was skimming through messages, deciding to answer a few questions chat might’ve had about him.

toothpick69: Opinions of sweets, mister Sakusa??

“I don’t like sweets. At all.” He answered simply, glancing over when you came back into the room with a paper plate holding two slices of cake on it.

“I brought you a slice~” You hummed happily, smiling as you took your seat on Kiyoomi’ slap since he was sitting in your main(and only) office chair “It’s still warm too! Open wide~” You scooped up a corner of a slice onto your spoon, holding your hand underneath as you guided it to Kiyoomi’s lips.

“Thank you..” He murmured and happily opened his mouth to accept the bite, taking his time to savor it as you looked through chat.

“What’re you talking about chat? Oomfs likes sweets. He always eats the ones I make fore him.” You questioned as you looked through your chat, already going back to playing the game you’d paused while eating the two slices you had brought back.

“I only like the ones you make me, actually.” Kiyoomi mumbled as he put his arms around your waist, leaning back in your chair to relax as you continued streaming “they’re the only ones that are as sweet as you.”

You glared back at him, mildly annoyed with how he could say such an out of character thing with such a straight face “shush.”

“It’s true..” Kiyoomi rolled his eyes slightly, simply watching you stream for a bit longer before leaving to get ready for bed.

[insomanic-fanfication]

Hey, I really liked your Dick Grayson sfw and nsfw alphabets! When you have the time, can I request either of those for Jason Todd? Thanks 😊

Jason Todd SFW Alphabet

Author's note: Of course! I planned on doing his anyway after finishing some of my drafts. But that's taking a little longer than I thought it would. CW:

Alphabet Under the cut!

Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

Jason isn't really affectionate, at least in open places. He's got way too many people wanting his head on a pike. Family and friends know you two are dating; however, if someone on the outside saw you two, they would have no idea. However, when you two are alone, his true colors bleed through. His personality is similar to that of a huge dog that hasn't figured out they can't be a lap dog anymore. Laying his head on your lap while you do your own things. He is reading a book, and you do one of your hobbies. Just decompressing from the day Comfortably in science and enjoying the other's presence. Will 100% fall asleep if you start playing with his hair.

Best Friend: What are they like as best friends? How would you become best friends?

Unless he needed to ask you for something, you would probably have had to make the first move toward friendship. Jason gets very lonely, but trying to meet new people on his own accord is not part of his personality. If he approached you, it would be one of two things; 1. You did something that impressed him, or 2. Dick was pestering him about meeting new people too much, and he caved to make Dick leave him alone.

Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they?

Jason hesitates to cuddle at first; it's not that he hates it, but more so, he fears it. For the most part, positive physical interaction is a foreign concept in his body. For the first few times he cuddles, he will flinch, and it doesn't matter which one of you enacted it. But once he gets to the point of cuddling, where you two can cuddle, he is relaxed? Your fate is sealed. You've created a monster! Anytime you're not busy in the apartment, it's cuddle time, and no protests are allowed. Will get pouty if you have to get up.

Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?

Jason is one of the Batfam members who would settle down in a heartbeat, even if it's just for a year or two. He craves at least some normality. But if he does, no one can protect the ones he loves, at least not well, in his opinion. Unlike his brothers, Jason is an excellent cook and even a chef with his skills. One of his favorite early memories is helping and learning to cook with Alfred. He's also very good at cleaning, partly cause his spaces are the bare-bone things to live in. However, he likes to clean his apartment or space once weekly as a coping mechanism. It's something he feels he is in complete control over. However, if you find him randomly deep-cleaning a room or his apartment. BE AFRAID; he's not okay, no matter how often he tries to tell you he is alright. For him, that is grippy sock stay levels that are not okay.

Ending: If they had to break up? How would they?

Like Dick, if you two broke up and he was the one that broke it off, it was due to him having an episode. But unlike Dick, it would be out of paranoia. Jason would make himself believe that your life will be destroyed. or you'll die because you are dating him. He would most likely ghost you and not actually break up with you. Because the words would pain him too much to say out loud. Only coming to his senses after the episode has passed, realizing his actions, and imminently finding you in person, terrified he fucked up everything between you both.

Fiance: How do they feel about commitment? How long before they pop “the question”?

Jason didn't want marriage for a long while, too terrified that it would make something go wrong. However, the longer the relationship goes on, nothing terrible happens like he expected. The more the thought of marriage would come into his mind. Asking what your thoughts on marriage are one night while cuddling.

Gentle: How gentle are they? Both physically and Emotionally? 

Jason is incredibly gentle with his partners, partly due to his personality and partly because he fears accidentally hurting you. He's a little rough around the edges emotionally, though, mostly because he's not used to being a completely open book to people.

Hugs: Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?

Jason hugs like a dad coming home after a long trip. He'll hug your waist and lift you, keeping you in his arms with the biggest smile. He'll kiss your forehead while you feel the warmth of his body around you.

I love you: How fast do they say the L-word?

Jason would be extremely slow to say the actual' I love you' wording, but he would make up for it in physical affection and words of affirmation. Holding you as close as he can while telling you how much you mean to him and how great of a partner you are to him. So, people may mistake it for love bombing, which added to his other behavior. But it's because it's so hard for him to verbally tell you he loves you. He feels he needs to say it to you in other words, so you know how much his heart bleeds for you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? What would they do?

Jason gets super jealous; he won't control who you talk to or anything like that. He knows you have a life outside your guy's relationship, and it's not his place to manage. But he's protective of you and gets jealous when others flirt with you because, in the back of his mind, it's hard for him to believe someone would date him. So he's worried that you'll find someone more accessible to love, and you'll give up on him. Does it sound balls off the wall crazy? Yes, but mental illness is rarely something that likes to make sense.

Kissing: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to be kissed/ kiss you? 

Jason loves it when you kiss places on him that are generally done on the submissive partner, such as his knuckles, neck, forehead, etc. He finds them so comforting and feels very loved.

Little ones: How are they around kids?

Jason is great around kids unless it's his brothers. Generally speaking, though, he's very good with kids. Sometimes, he understands what's okay for a kid or not. He'll let a toddler he's watching fidget with an unloaded gun if they are very interested in it. But he'll explain to the kid in terms they understand gun safety and how you know a gun is loaded or not. Telling the kid you never treat a gun like it's a toy. It is a 100% safe choice for a kid to go to if they can't find their parent.

Morning: How are they during the mornings?

He's a morning person but a lazy morning person. He'll wake up at 5-6 and do dishes, eat, and do morning stretches, but he will not do any actual work until around noon. God forbid the poor man has a morning shift, no matter what his day job is. He'll be the grumpiest man in the world, but he hides it well from clients/ customers. Some of his coworkers get very confused of this very quick change of mood, but others just see that, and think 'Same brick wall dude, Same'.

Nights: How are they spent with them?

He is a huge Night Owl, wither that be doing the bulk of his work at Night, or having a nice cuddle session with you while having a smoke on the fire escape of the apartment. He is a very light sleeper, or deep sleep with every hour or so waking back up. He also has a lot of night terrors, so he tends to avoid sleep, ESPECIALLY if you are staying over at his place. He has a lot of 'what if i hurt you..' paranoia.

Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves?

Try to get Jason to open up, is like trying to open a can with no can opener. You may have be in a relationship with him for 5 years, and still not know everything about him. Not because he doesn't trust you not to use that against him. But because he struggles with knowing WHEN to open up about things in a relationship. He wants to make sure your twos relationship is a healthy as it can be, which every now and then dose end up causing problems. Especially when he's having a ptsd episode and you feel helpless within how to help him through it.

Patience: How easily angered are they?

He tries to be a laid back person, tries to be, is the wording there, he doesn't have a hair thin trigger, but sometimes his trauma just gets triggers by something he doesn't even see the connection to, so he's in a pissed off fight response for a bit. He does, however go to anger management therapy to try and help these behavior issues. But somethings slip through the cracks before they can be brought up in therapy. This does not stop him from bragging to his siblings, that he's the only one taking care of his mental health.

Quizzes: They remember everything or nothing about you?

It's like a scale, sometimes he remembers everything, other times he can't remember your favorite hoodie, (it's the one that's been used as a pillowcase for 3 months, because he missed holding you). He can dissociate for a long awhile, but him also bottling up his emotions plays a bigger role in this.

Remember: What is their favorite memory in the relationship?

The first time you fell asleep while cuddling with him. You both were watching cheesy 90s slashers for Halloween night, snuggled in almost a cocoon of blankets and snacks. When he turned to check on why you had been so quiet, you had falling asleep while being snuggled so far into him, that he half expected for you to fuse into his side. The amount of trust you had for him, the emotions he felt was too much and he ended up crying for the first time in years. the tears feeling like they were burning his eyes, but it's still a memory he holds closest to his heart.

Security: How protective are they? How would you protect each other?

No matter what your appearance is, wither that be tall and lanky or short n stout. Jason tends not to need a lot of physical protection, but you are most defiantly the protector of his emotional peace and social battery. Think of it like a Pitbull done with his guarding of the house for the day, so runs to their favorite human to become the biggest cuddle bug on earth. That's Jason Todd, (He's very Resurce dog coded, don't blame me, blame DC). He very much, however, is scary looking guard dog for you. He could kill someone with his death glare sometimes.

Try: How much effort would they put into dates, gifts, anniversaries, etc?

Jason puts an extreme amount of effort into your anniversaries, gifts and dates! He's not a social able person, so don't expect fancy Lucious dinner dates at a 5 star restaurant. They make him very uncomfortable, thinking everyone's eyes are on him. But he will make you the most romantic and gushy homemade dinners, your favorite flowers or candy. Cooking Red type pastas with red wine or cooking a Hispanic dish that learned while growing up around crime ally.

Ugly: What are some bad habits of theirs?

He has a bad habit of pushing you away, instead of telling you what's up. For better, or for worse. Sometimes it's because his crime lord days caught up to close to him, and for your safety he pushed you away. Or on the worse side of things, he's terrified you'll look at him as a monster or not understand where he's coming from with his trauma and his poor mental health, so he tries to keep them from you as long as possible, until he has no choice to tell you, or lose the relationship he has built with you.

Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?

Honestly, Yes and no, like he cares about his looks more than a person would think, but like.. slightly more. He's not gonna shower every single day on the dot and shave his pubic hair into a sharp clean design. But he absolutely cares about keeping up good hygiene. Though he does have issues with cleaning his teeth, nothings rotting in there, but he is brushing his teeth waaay less than he really should be.

Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

No, unless you two date each other until your 4 years into retirement and you die of old age. He will be able to feel the same before you to started dating, because he feels incomplete on a regular basis. Like he isn't able to do enough, BE a enough for anyone to see him how he is as a person now.

Xtra: Random headcanon for them?

Jason use to smoke weed, especially in his teen years, regularly. But now he smokes cigs, problary Marlboro's or Lucky Strikes maybe Camels , and eats edibles every now and then to help with muscle pain and mood swings. (he still hasn't figure out if meds are worth not being able to have a beer whenever he wants.)

He knows he has PTSD, maybe C-PTSD, however he's not quite sure or not that he has BPD or a similar disorder, he's mainly just not internally ready to know the answer to that part of himself just yet. He's barely processed his feelings towards his Mother, so he's not there yet in his healing journey.

Yuck: What are some things they don’t like, in general, or in a partner?

if you have bad few of poor people or think poor people are only poor because they chose to be. Than I'm sorry, but Jason is more likely to pop a bullet in your head than he is to see you in a good light, let alone a romantic one.

Zzz: What is their sleeping habit?

Either waking up every 1 to 2 hours, or only sleeping 30mins to 3 hours and then staying up for the rest of the night or start cleaning or smoking a cig outside.

[eddies-corner]

Simon "Ghost" Riley — Cuddles.

𝑴!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 "𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚" [𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭]

The night was cold, the wind blew outside the window while Y/N snuggled comfortably against the warm blankets around him in bed. It was raining outside, it was the perfect weather to just relax and sink into the comfort and softness of the moment. The blankets were still impregnated with the hypnotizing aroma of Simon's cologne, Y/N just enjoyed the moment despite not having his boyfriend by his side; at least the bed was there to relax.

Simon was on a mission with Soap, so his boyfriend was all alone at home — At least that's what he thought. The sound of the front door echoing inside the whole house, Y/N's ears perked up and sat up slowly in bed. Simon's heavy boots were heard down the hallway and stopped at the bedroom

—Hey, how was your mission? —Y/N asked in a soft voice while a warm tired smile formed on his lips— Rough... —The man replied bluntly and in a deep voice. Without saying anything else, he fell on top of his boyfriend in bed. He was heavy. He slowly removed the balaclava from his face and sighed, burying his face in the crook of his lover's neck.

"Don't say a word." Simon growled softly. Y/N just agreed and moved a hand to his partner's blonde short hair; massaging his scalp gently, making his body relax easily in the arms of the other man beneath him.

Simon's mission was indeed rough, he was tired as hell and being next to his partner provided him with comfort like no other. He quickly began to relax into the other man's chest, his previously labored breathing now slow and calm. He began to blink slowly and without noticing it, he fell deeply asleep due to the heaviness of his last mission.

This was one of the few times the lieutenant could let his guard down without taking risks, he was in the hands of Y/N, his boyfriend, there was no danger. It was just the two of them and the quiet of the night.

[reveryfics]

Late Night

Pairings: Eddie Brock & Venom x Male reader

Summary: Having just gotten out of the shower, you're met with Eddie and Venom both of which have more exciting plans then your moping around.

A/n: redoing this aesthetic on this post and some others. As always thanks for the likes and enjoy!

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A young male steps out of his clothes, his bare feet sending chills across the cold floor. He grabs a towel from the rack hanging crookedly on the back of the door, its threadbare surface rough against his skin. He turns on the water, wincing as a rusty groan echoes through the pipes before a sputtering spray erupts from the showerhead.

He waits, counting silently under his breath as the water heats up. The minutes tick by, each one stretching into an eternity of anticipation. Finally, the scalding water begins to mingle with the cold, sending wisps of steam curling around the chipped porcelain walls.

He steps into the shower, letting out a sigh of relief as the hot water cascades over his tense muscles. He lathers up with cheap soap, the acrid scent filling the small space. He scrubs away the grime of the day, the memory of his dead-end job, and the gnawing hunger in his stomach momentarily forgotten under the soothing torrent.

As the hot water washes over him, the male allows himself to close his eyes. He pictures himself somewhere else, someplace far removed from this dingy apartment and life filled with supernatural beings. He imagines a pristine beach, the turquoise water lapping at his toes, the warm sun drying his skin. He breathes in the scent of salt and seaweed, the sound of crashing waves washing away the city's din.

But the dream is fleeting. The scalding water begins to cool, and the harsh reality of his situation seeps back in. He opens his eyes to the peeling paint and cracked tiles, the chipped shower head spewing its meager spray.

He finishes his shower quickly, the cold air sending goosebumps prickling across his skin. He steps out, wrapping himself in the scratchy towel. He looks at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror, seeing not the sun-kissed tan of his daydream, but a skinny kid with tired eyes and haunted shadows under his cheekbones. He sighs, a gust of steam swirling around him like a fleeting wisp of hope. He knows he needs more than a hot shower to escape his reality. But for now, it's enough. It's a small victory, a stolen moment of warmth in the cold grip of his circumstances.

There was a tense silence throughout the bathroom, broken only by the dripping water from the showerhead and throaty cough coming from behind the young male. The male's tired eyes peered at the man from the mirror, a low groan escaped past his slightly parted lips as he hung his head low. A pair of hands gripped his hips, the towel slowly slipping off his waist and onto the bathroom floor. The once scratchy feeling now replaced by the feeling of soft fabric against his bare skin.

Their eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror, both worn and tired from the day. The older male's hands slid up the others back, slowly massaging up and down his spine, shoulder blades, and neck. “You seem tense.” He whispered softly.

A soft chuckle sounded from the younger male, his body slightly relaxing against the other's soft touch. His muscles slowly unwound against every small and deliberate touch against his achy body. “Tell me about it.” He huffed, pressing his body against his partners.

There was a silence between the two for a moment, only for it to be broken by a quiet gasp as black tendrils wrapped around the young male's body.

The two guided him towards the bedroom, their hands cupping his face as Eddie gently pressed his lips against his partner's. Eddie's lips were soft, something he'd grown to love about the man. His own hand found its way around the back of Eddie's neck, pulling him in closer.

Eddie led him back and towards the bed, breaking the kiss when the two needed to breath before pressing back up against them quickly. The gentle kiss turned heated as Eddie sat against the bed, his partner straddling him. Eddie's hands now rested against his shoulders, while Venom still held into his waist.

The male pulled away, a small gasp falling from his lips as Venom's long tongue slowly trailed over his neck. The symbiote left out a low grumble, his tongue passing over each and every sweet spot he could find. His eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feeling of Eddie and Venom kissing his exposed skin.

Eddie's hands gripped the soft skin of his partner's ass, earning a low groan from the male. He could feel Eddie's cock twitching in his pants, rubbing against his own exposed and growing erection.

The male pushed Eddie back against the bed, making quick work in removing his hoodie and shirt. Eddi hissed at the feeling of his partner's cold hands against his exposed chest and abdomen.

“Enjoying this aren't you?” He hummed, slowly grinding against Eddie's lap.

“You have no idea.” Eddie's voice mixed with Venom's, as the two groaned in response to the pressure.

His hands continued down Eddie's chest, stopping just above his sweatpants as he slowly came to stand in front of him. The brunette groaned as his undergarments were tossed aside, and the cold air of the apartment nipped at his erect cock.

He got on his knees, hands holding Eddie's hips down against the bed. His tongue ran underneath his cock, lapping up the beads of precum that leaked down his shaft. He continued, only stopping when Eddie's cock began to twitch and spasm against his lips and tongue.

Eddie pulled him up, his hands cupping his face as he leaned in to kiss him gently. He sighed against Eddie's lips, moving onto his lap like he had been before.

“Relax.” He hummed, pushing Eddie back against the bed.

The male slowly sunk down onto Eddie's cock, his head shooting back in pure pleasure. He let out a strangled moan as the brunette bottomed out, his cock twitching and pulsating inside his partner.

Eddie's hands found their way to his partner's hips, gripping them harshly. Venom's long tendrils wrapped around the male's cock, slowly jerking him in time with the steady pace of him bouncing against Eddie.

The two became a panting mess, strings of moans falling from their lips as their pace only quickened. Eddie pulling out only to slam back into his partner as Venom continued to jerk him off.

“Fu-fuck..” He moaned, his own cock twitching and leaking precum as Eddie slammed into his prostate.

A particularly hard thrust left him gasping for air as he choked on his own whines and moans, and caused him to clench around Eddie. As he continued for a second time, then a third, and finally a fourth, his partner came across his chest spasming in Venom's grasp. Eddie came not long after, burying himself deep inside as he rode out his orgasm.

Neither moved for a while, basking in the initial moments of their orgasm before Eddie slowly pulled out. He whined, collapsing in the bed beside Eddie and the symbiote, his chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath.

“You owe me a good bath.”

“Whatever you say.”

[eekshade]

hey!! sry for not writing anything for 5 months, school has been yucky, but im back!! i started with an alphabet bc it was an easy way to ease myself back into writing. also happy gay month 🫶

Bucky Barnes Fluff Alphabet

bucky barnes x m!reader

word count: 4.4k

warnings/info: letter J depicts a make out sesh ig, internalized homophobia is mentioned, Buck cries, use of you/your for reader but is said to be male, there are scenes after the hcs for a little bit but I gave up on that lol, made in my notes app so sry for any formatting issues, not proof read

A - Admiration. (what do they admire about their S/O?)

☆ Bucky loves your hands. He likes how "innocent" they are compared to his. He adores when you hold his hand, especially the vibranium one. It makes him feel all warm and soft inside. It causes his stomach to ache (in a loving way), and it makes him want to love himself.

The two of you are slowly making your way through the crowded farmer's market, somewhat resembling a can of sardines. You were walking in front of him, taking notice of a small clearing off to the side, grasping his metallic hand, pulling him behind you. He follows without question, a small smile pointed at your two interlocked hands.

Once stopped in the empty area, before you could even think of letting go of him, he pulled you into him, placing his cracked lips onto your own.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do."

He kisses you again.

B - Boldness. (how bold are they in regards to their S/O? who confessed first?)

☆ Bucky was a confident man in his youth, always the one making the first move. Ever since he started living in Brooklyn again, he started to notice the anxiety crawling up his throat whenever he interacted with others. This is why he wouldn't start talking to you, even if he's interested in you, so you would need to initiate the first few (dozen) conversations before he starts to feel comfortable around you. That being said, given that you've been talking as friends/acquaintances, he'll have no problem asking you out, it might just take me some time.

☆ Once in a relationship he is extremely bold, there are still some topics where he would be more hesitant to talk about (such as the full extent of his past), but when it comes to you he won't having any problem charmin' you like there’s no tomorrow.

Bucky lingers in front of your shared apartment building hoping to catch you on your way home after a day out, he nervously switches from leaning on a tree to sitting on a bench, then back to the tree. He only waits for about five or so minutes before he notices you walking on the pavement leading to the building, but after locking eyes with him, your course changes.

"Hey, Bucky!"

"y/n! I'm glad I caught you, can I walk you up?"

You simply smile and nod in the direction of the door. You smell like newly washed clothes, but to Bucky, it might as well be heaven. You break the silence by asking him about his day, he breifly responds, giving you some of the highlights, you two chit-chat for bit, not able to dive into much as the trip is rather short. By the time you two reach your door, he realizes that he longer can try to find the perfect segue so he might as well just go for it.

"...Well, thanks for walking with me." You smile at him, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait, y/n, I wanted to talk to you about something." You raise your eyebrows as a sort of permission for him to continue.

"I hope I wasn't misreading this, but would you like to get dinner together sometime?" His voice remains unwavering, with a sly smile dancing across his face.

You roll your eyes at his tone, but it's hard to hide the smile forming at the corners of your mouth,"I guess I don't see why not."

"Yeah, yeah," he snickers, "here." It's his number written on the back of receipt, a small smiley face had been drawn next to it, then erased.

"See you, Bucky."

"Bye, y/n."

C - Comfort. (how do they comfort their S/O?)

☆ Bucky is more of an advice guy than a comfort guy, this is due to him getting extremely awkward/uncomfortable during touchy, feely situations (and not because he doesn't know how to confront his own emotions!!). However, he does understand the need for warmth during hard times, he just opts to show it through acts of service instead.

Your thoughts thrash against the walls inside your head, the throbbing only getting worse as you slowly pull yourself out of his bed. Your face caked in sweat and dried tears, your bloodshot eyes drift to the phone resting upon the on of the nightstands, your unsteady hand grips the device, checking the time.

The late afternoon sun coats the walls in an irritable light, despite the curtains being mostly closed. You notice on the second nightstand that he left a glass of ice water (which was mostly melted now) and a note, which read:

"EVERYTHING NEEDED FOR A BATH IS ON THE BATHROOM COUNTER - ILL BE BACK WITH YOUR FAVORITE ASAP :)"

D - Dates. (do they prefer going out or staying in? do they prefer fancy or simple?)

☆ Bucky has a really hard time with this one. All he is used to are the classic dinner and a movie type dates, but in his heart, he likes the more intimate, at home, kind. Over time, he finds a sort of balance between the two, like a picnic at a drive-in movie.

"Bucky, where the hell are we?"

The two of you are currently driving down backroads you've never seen before. The road is slightly too narrow for anyone to get fully comfortable, the night sky darkening the path. Bucky has been relatively quiet, letting you do all the talking, and control the music; he never has liked modern music, but there's something special about when you play it.

"Well, if I tell you it's not really a surprise, is it?" He answered, turning his head to you slightly. The smile on his face is almost aggravating, if it had been anyone else's, you would've jumped out of the moving vehicle.

"You're not funny," you playfully roll your eyes, "if I didn't know you any better, I'd say you're trying to kill me." You pretend to study him as if trying to find a motive.

"Well, I can promise you I'm not doing that." The smile changes to softer, genuine.

The car is almost silent for the rest of the way, the soft music leading you two down the road. The car pulls into an unpaved parking lot, bringing you back to reality. You look around and see a white screen proudly standing twenty or so feet ahead of you, realizing what's going on, you turn to Bucky. A nervous grin shines back at you, he's holding a basket filled with dinner, and movie snacks.

"You like it?"

E - Equal. (are they more dominant or passive?)

☆ Due to Bucky growing up in the 40s, he does still have quite a bit of internalized homophobia. Therefore, he tends to try and be the stereotypical, manly, provider. He does unconsciously feminize you to make himself feel better, but the second he realizes, or you tell him, he'll do everything to stop, as well as profusely apologize.

☆ Other than that, I do see him as being in the middle. He can obviously take control when he needs to, but also because of his past, he loves when you take the pressure off, and take care of him.

(I can't think of a scene for this rn, and I rlly need to finish this so sry, if anyone want more about this just ask)

F - Family. (do they want to start a family?)

☆ Bucky loves kids, and is great with them, but he doesn't want to have his own, at least until he's stable. So for now he's okay with being the cool uncle.

After spending a lake day with the Wilsons, it was noticeable that Bucky wanted to say something. He looked uncomfortable, nervous even as he waited for everyone to finally call it a night. A little after the kids were put to bed, Sarah called it in, then Sam. You went to follow, seeing as it may be weird to stay up longer than the hosts, but Bucky ushered you to follow him to the back deck.

You sat on the stairs next to him in silence, waiting for him to speak, the warm air surrounding you two. He bit his lip and looked at you, studying you.

"I love you," He smiles at you, his tone signifying a second part of what he needs to say.

"But?" You laugh, nervousness now making its way into you.

"But I can't give you this." He has tears in his eyes, threatening to fall if he says anything else.

"What does that mean?" Confusion grips you tightly, his face giving nothing away.

"An apple pie life," he laughs at his own words, "I can't give you the house, and two kids, dinner by 6, it's all too much for that." He looks to the lake as if it could help him.

"Bucky," you gently take his chin, making him look at you, "what makes you think I want that?"

"The way you looked at me," he wipes a fallen tear from his cheek, "when I was playing with Cass and AJ today.

"Oh, Bucky." You kiss a tear away from the side of his nose, "I don't need any of that, hon. I just need you."

G - Goofy. (how serious are they when it comes to a relationship?)

☆ When it comes to a romantic relationship, Bucky can be pretty serious, while he is smooth/sly, 'goofy' isn't really the word I'd use to describe him. Not to say he wouldn't be funny, but I feel as though his humor is more sarcastic than anything.

(same thing as before)

H - Hugs. (how do they hug?)

☆ I imagine Bucky's skin to be cold, so that transfers to his hugs, but he's cold like a soft breeze on a hot beach. His hugs would also be very firm because of obvious reasons. If he's in an emotional mood, they may be slightly too hard, but never enough to hurt you.

You shiver slightly as his arms wrap around your frame, his head resting upon your shoulder. You two stay like that for a moment before he shifts his head into the crook of your neck, leaving a chaste kiss on it before planting his nose to touch your skin; eyelashes softly tickling you as he blinks.

"I miss you."

I - Interests. (what Interests do they want to share with their S/O?)

☆ Bucky's a fucking nerd, his main interests being motorcycles, fantasy novels (reading in general), folklore, and ancient history.

Bucky smiled widely as he firmly gripped some obscure fantasy novel with a dragon on the cover, unintentionally waving it around. He's excitedly explaining the novel to you, about how well written the book is, about how interesting the character dynamics are, and so on. You mirror his smile as you watch him talk, hanging on to every word that falls off his tongue.

You stand, your smile never wavering as you walk toward him, he stops talking, confused. Once you reach him, you pull him into your grasp, kissing his cheek, holding him close.

"What?" His voice lacking confidence, his smile now unsure.

"Keep talking." You mumble into him, "I like it when you talk." He grins and continues his rant.

J - Jealousy. (do they get jealous?)

☆ He can get jealous, this is do to his trust issues, but he's mature enough that he won't be a bitch about it unless you want him to, he'll just talk to you, and the two of you will work through it one way or another. He does get rather clingy when jealous, though, wanting to touch you in some way.

You and Bucky are currently at your workplace, your boss decided in order to boost morale that a company party was needed, and you (thankfully) convinced Bucky to go, promising it'll be quick.

Both of you were chatting with one of your work friends when they asked you to come help them get refreshments, leaving Bucky alone with their spouse. Bucky wanted to be nice, he did, but the spouse would not stop going on and on about some shit Bucky had never even heard of. So, naturally, his eyes wander trying to locate you, hoping that you'll come back and save him from this dreadful conversation, and that's when he saw it. Your co-worker was basically feeling you up, their eyes traced your figure as you bent over to grab a couple of waters from the case on the floor, and when you stood back up they grabbed your waist to "move you out of the way" of someone walking by.

The final straw was when you attempted to walk back to Bucky and their spouse, they grabbed you by the elbow stopping you from moving, the grip wasn't very hard from what Bucky could see, but the look on your face was enough to get him moving.

Bucky walked away from the spouse mid sentence. They called out at him, but he paid it no mind. He reached the two of you, and you smiled at him, saying something along the lines of "What couldn’t stand to be without me?" Bucky rolled his eyes when the co-worker asked what he was doing.

"Sorry to cut this short, but honey, we got to go." Overpronouncing the pet name, as he pulls you toward him.

"What? You just got here!" The co-worker joked, "Come on, y/n! The night is still young." He whined out.

"I'm sorry, but Buck's right. I promised to make dinner tonight in order for him to come." You laughed, pulling Bucky's hand into your grasp, "See you on Monday though." You smiled at them, causing Bucky to tighten the grip of his hand around yours.

The second the two of you walked out of the building Bucky pushed you against the wall of it, just barely out of view from the window, kissing you harshly. You opened your mouth in shock, giving Bucky the opportunity to slide his tongue in. His hands roam your body in search for nothing in particular, he smirks when you moan into the kiss, motivating him to pull as much of those pretty little sounds out of you as he can. He thinks of your co-worker, the slimy bastard, they could never have you like this, this thought makes his smile grow as he attaches to your neck, and slips his knee in between your legs. Once he's satisfied with your disheveled state, he silently walks away to the car, leaving you to follow him, confused, calling out for him to slow down.

K - Kiss. (how they kiss/favorite place to be kissed, and vise versa.)

☆ Bucky’s kisses are tender/soft, this is attributed to him subconsciously not wanting to hurt you in any way, so any time he touches you it's rather gentle. His lips tend to taste a little like blood, because he has a habit of biting them.

☆ His favorite place to kiss you is on your cheek, specifically with his hands on your hips as a form of greeting.

☆ His favorite place to be kissed is his neck, it feels special, a place just for you and no one else, it's a form of intimacy he hasn't been able to truly experience until now. He especially likes it when you hug him from behind kissing up from the top of his spine to his nape hairline.

Bucky uncomfortably cleaned the kitchen as he waited for you to return from work; he had recently moved in to your place, and it was just now starting to hit him how serious you guys were. You and him have been dating for quite a while, he stayed over more times than not, so it was only natural for you to ask him to move in. He said yes of course, how could he not? He thought about the two of you, about him no longer sleeping in your bed, but sleeping in his. Next to you. It's driving him insane, oh god - when did he start crying? Seriously though, how could you chose him? He just doesn't understand how this happened, how could you, of all people, want him? More tears. God, Bucky, pull yourself together man.

His thoughts screech to a halt as he hears the door open, he hears you call out his name, he doesn't respond, wiping the tears, this proved to be a lot harder to do as one's tears are still actively falling. You find him within a few seconds, he's facing the sink, you snicker at his concentration; you walk up to him, making sure not to be silent, though there’s not a doubt in your mind he knows you're there. You wrap your arms around his lower torso, placing your chin on his shoulder. His hands stop moving as he leans into the touch.

"Hey, Buck." You softly whisper, "You get out today?"

"Of course I have." He turns his head down slightly, trying to avoid eye contact, "You worry too much." He grumbles, he attempts to move his arms forward, but stops when he feels your lips graze his nape.

"I like worrying about you." Another kiss. "It keeps me grounded." You laugh into his neck.

"Please." He drags out the word in an almost whiney tone, moving his head back to get even closer to your mouth, "Please don't stop."

You consister teasing him, turning his chin to look at you, but stop when you see his wet cheeks you decide against it. You leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth as a sort of apology, before going back to what you were doing to the back of his neck.

"God, Buck, you know how much I love you?" You mumble into his skin after a few moments.

"No, I don't think I do," He smiles at the wall, "how much?"

You unravel your arms from around him, placing them on his shoulders, turning him to face you. You deeply press your lips onto his nose, causing him to scrunch his face, the kiss makes a humming sound, before a soft pop of your lips.

"That much, times like a thousand." You giggle at his soft expression.

"Wow. That's a lot." He remarks with faux amazement, trying to make it seem like you didn't just make his heart nearly beat out of his chest.

"Yeah it is." You exaggerate the words, gripping his cheeks for one last kiss.

L - Love Language.

☆ Bucky's love language is definitely acts of service. He enjoys doing things for you, and putting his skills to use, I think this can been seen in fatws when he helps Sam with repairing the boat, and getting him a new suit. He likes surprising you with household takes already completed when you get home, he absolutely basks in the praise you give him for doing this.

(yuck. This is where I officially give up on the scenes, as said prior if you want to see any specific ones just ask!!)

M - Meals. (kitchen dynamics.)

☆ Bucky doesn't like to cook with other people, you can watch for sure! But he doesn't like to share the space too closely, it just annoys him when people do things he believes he can do more efficiently.

☆ The two of you will most likely do A/B days when it comes to cooking and clean up, unless one person is pampering the other/it's a special occasion.

N - Nicknames. (what do they call their S/O?)

☆ His nicknames for you are obviously older, and slightly feminine (unless you tell him off), he starts you relationship with names like, doll, darling, and dove. As time progresses he will start incorporating handsome into his list of pet names. All that being said, I don't think he's too into pet names, for the most part he'll just say your real name.

O - Openness. (how open are they about their past/emotions with their S/O?)

☆ He starts telling you about his past in the form of jokes (like that one date scene in fatws). He's able to tell you about everything in a factual tone a few months into dating (just so he knows he trusts you), as far as his emotions surrounding it - that does obviously take longer, but in my opinion not by that much. The amount of emotion shared does vary, but maybe a month or two after he tells you about it for the first time, he'll start venting about his nightmares and such.

☆ also it does depend on how you view/retain media, because you might have already recognized his face/name.

P - PDA.

☆ Bucky is in the middle when it comes to PDA, he likes holding your hand, will give you goodbye kisses and such, but he doesn't go father then that. Half due to his social anxiety, half to him wanting the more intimate things to stay private.

Q - Quarrel. (how they apologize/ how long it takes them to forgive their S/O?)

☆ If Bucky feels he's in the right he can and will be petty, such as brushing you off, or making sarcastic comments. He typically won't confront you because of the attitude he holds, but when you decide to apologize he's ready to talk it out. He accepts your apology in time, (depending on what you did) but he is still standoffish for some time after, due to his trust issues.

☆ When he fucks up he is all over fixing it. He starts the apology in a very formal manner, stating how he knows he what he did was wrong, how he'll do better. The second part of the apology is him being (too) nice for the next week, as said on L his love language is acts of service so he'll overcompensate, and do every task you needed done.

R - Rules. (boundaries they have.)

☆ His "main" boundaries are focused around his past, such as you're not allowed to pry when it comes to asking about it - he will talk about it in his own time. You're also not allowed (at least for a long time) to touch the scars he has next to where his arm is attached, or the attachment itself. As far as other boundaries go, he doesn't want you to go further than hand holding, and a quick goodbye kiss in public, and he hates it when you pity him out right - keep that in your head.

S - Security. (how protective are they of their S/O?)

☆ He is very protective of you, not in a weird controlling way, but he always checks in out of fear someone will use you to get to him for one reason or another. This protectiveness isn't really that obvious, more just him checking in on you, and keeping an eye out when you're out together.

T - Time. (how long does it takes to fall for their S/O?)

☆ Bucky does take quite a bit of time to actually fall in love, but him finding you attractive/intriguing is very fast if not immediate. It takes about 2-3 months for him to ask you out (though he does flirt for a while first), and about 5-7 months of dating to "love" you.

U - Upset (what things upset them in a relationship?)

☆ He can get upset from a few things namely; everything said in R, when you grab him first in his post nightmare state or during/after a panic attack (he wants to be the one to initiate contact, because sometimes he doesn't want to be touched), and if you disagree on politics - although Bucky isn't the kind of guy to compromise on those so it most likely won't happen, because he wouldn't be dating you in the first place.

V - Vacation. (what kind of traveler are they with their S/O?)

☆ Bucky's a NERD!! He likes to go to places with rich history/culture, and he won't take a second to rest, he just wants to see everything, can you blame him? If you're the kind of person who wants to spend a day relaxing by the pool, I'm sorry, but he will leave you behind without hesitation.

W - Words. (promises they make to their S/O.)

☆ Bucky promises to never hurt you in any way shape or form, he promises to protect you agianst others who wish to harm you, and he promises to never leave you behind as he doesn't want anyone, especially you, to feel how he felt.

X - Xenial. (how they make you feel welcome/what makes them feel welcome?)

☆ Bucky likes to do little things for you to make you feel welcome/comfortable around him. This comes in different shapes and forms, such as complimenting you in every which way, making mental notes of things you like, and always being ready to help you out with anything you may need.

☆ Bucky feels the most welcome when it's explicitly said that he is. You using your words to validate him, not even compliment him, but just say he's doing fine, it does more for him then you could imagine.

Y - Yearning. (do they miss their S/O easily? what do they do about it?)

☆ Bucky is able to survive being isolated for long periods of time, even going as far to do it intentionally, but you've weakened him. He misses you rather fast. Now, it's not like he's going to cry over it or anything, but he will sometimes sit up at night unable to sleep without you next to him.

☆ Let's say that you two, for whatever reason, can't call. Bucky is an old fashioned guy, he likes to keep a least one physical photo of you on him at all times. He says it's his good luck charm; he would never tell you however, is that when you two are separated he keeps the photo as close as possible at nights because it calms him down from his nightmares.

Z - Zzz. (sleeping habits/how they cuddle.)

☆ As said so many times throughout this list, Bucky gets nightmares, and sometimes he can't fall back asleep afterwards so he gets up to go do his own thing, because of this while the two of you do sleep near eachother, you rarely cuddle. It's not even that he doesn't want to cuddle, he does, it's the fact he feels like a burden any time he wakes you, so instead he lied and told you he doesn't like them.

☆ Other sleep facts about him is that he runs hot at night, somewhere earlier it's said he's cold to touch, but for whatever reason he can not have more than one blanket on him, plus your body heat.

☆ His typical sleepwear is a pare of shorts, and if you want to count them, his dogtags. During the colder months he'll add a long sleeve shirt, or even just a standard tee, depends on his mood.

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ZORO / SANJI X MALE READER HCS

Warnings: teeth rotting fluff, mild cursing, Zoro is a tad jealous, sexuality hcs, male reader, teensy bit of angst (internalized homophobia), mentions of smoking

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ZORO

-Listen to me when I say that this man is 1000% MLM, gay, a homo

-Open about it in the way he doesn’t care who knows, or what people say

-Hasn’t been in many relationships because he considers them a lifetime commitment, he takes it very seriously in believes in both expressing love/emotions, while growing with one another

-At first he kind of treated it a bit like a job, but not in a negative way, he just wasn’t sure how to express emotions

-He would try to talk to you, but felt awkward if he didn’t know how to respond (mostly because what he had to say was how to fix it, and if you didn’t do it he knew he would get frustrated with you)

-After some time expressing emotion became a lot easier, he became a lot more comfortable with talking about things

-Love language is definitely quality time, acts of service, and physical touch

-He likes to take naps together with you, either using your chest as his pillow or vise-versa

-Anyone who would ever want to say something bad about your relationship is too scared to actually say anything

-Has some odd/different ways of showing affection

-sometimes he might give you food off his plate, or randomly lay his arm over your shoulder

-He also loves it when you train with him

-you don’t even have to do any actual training, you could just help him out by sitting on his back while he does pushups (at first he would just claim it’s because he needed a better workout, but over time it became an odd bonding activity)

-Wasn’t really sure how dates “worked” at first, but after figuring it out (asking Sanji) he would take you on dates at least once or twice a month

-His dates at first would be things he thought you would enjoy (aka crazy training exercises), but once he was able to figure out the things you liked he would bring you to those instead

-Would probably pretend to not like certain things (like romantic dinners/Watching a movie together), but would internally enjoy them so, so much.

-Would try to cook for you sometimes. Heavy emphasis on try (he wasn’t allowed in the kitchen for weeks)

SANJI

-This poor cook is definitely a Bisexual in denial

-Probably has some internalized homophobia due to his upbringing :( (but he would never let you know or take it out on you EVER, he would take that shit to the grave before ever considering that)

-Once he was able to work through that, he was much more comfortable with his sexuality.

-He would be a little unsure about how to express love with another man at first, but quickly warmed up

-He would cook food for you whenever you even hinted at being hungry, and would treat the dishes he made you with more care than even the girls’ plates

-Sanji would treat you more with the kindness he shows girls, rather than the way he would talk to Luffy, Zoro, or any other male crewmate

-He would be absolutely enamored by you, just looking at you would make his day better

-His love language is pretty much every love language to exist

-Constantly works with acts of service with how much he cooks for you, and would buy clothes or anything you wanted (gift giving)

-Always tells you how much he loves and appreciates you, all the time, and he loves it even more if it happens to make you flustered

-He would also try to share his cigarettes with you, but if you didn’t smoke, or had any issue with smelling it, he would either stop smoking entirely or make sure he smoked when he wasn’t around you

-Sanji loves to be near or around you as much as possible, if he’s cooking he wouldn’t even mind you asking to help, even if you accidentally messed something up

-Dates with this man are the most romantic shit ever

-Roses, candle lit dinner, expensive gifts, cuddles afterwards

-He truly thinks of every little detail when you two go on dates

-He’ll even restrain from kicking peoples’ asses when they annoy him to avoid ruining the mood

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Draco Malfoy x Male Reader Headcanons

Warnings: mention of homophobia

You and Draco started dating in fourth year.

He liked you first, but you confessed because he was too nervous to.

At first he thought you were joking, but the moment he realized you were serious he confesses his feelings as well.

He had a bit of internalized homophobia from his parents, but got over it quickly after realizing he was gay in second year.

He becomes protective over you when he starts crushing on you.

When you first started dating it was a secret.

The first person Draco told was his best friend, Blaise. After seeing how much Blaise supported both of you, Draco became more confident and came out officially.

Most people supported your relationship with Draco once they found out. The only person who ever caused Draco any trouble was his father.

If anyone were to say anything homophobic to you, he'd feel the need to teach them a lesson.

His favorite nicknames for you are Darling, Love, and occasionally Baby. He'll also call you Prince during romantic settings.

If you like reading he'd love to go to the library and spend the whole day with you in one of his favorite places.

If you don't like reading, he'd probably drag you to the library anyways. You can do your own thing, he just likes the quiet atmosphere.

He absolutely adores you and just wants to be with you 24/7.

Your first kiss was in hogsmeade. The two of you went wandering around the town, hand in hand all night.

He calls you his pretty boy and kisses you all night. He loves cuddling and likes to spoon you.

Draco Malfoy is obsessed with his boyfriend, and just wants to show him how much he loves him. <3

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⤷ BILLY KAPLAN / MAXIMOFF

ᯓ★ Pairing: Billy Kaplan / Maximoff x male!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

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ᯓ★ Summary: Billy Maximoff is probably the most feared Slytherin in all Hogwarts because of his mother, the Scarlet Witch, but no one knows that deep down Billy is just an awkward boy with a big crush on an Hufflepuff boy. Billy isn't sure on how he should act so he keeps teasing y/n, hoping to get his attention that way...But what will happen when they're paired for a project together?

ᯓ★ TW(s): reader understand that he's gay (which isn't really a tw but anyway), kinda mean!Billy but it's really just a few comments

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You’re not sure when it started, Billy Maximoff teasing you during Potions, making snide comments during Charms, or sneering at your House every time your paths crossed in the corridors. But it’s clear that he’s got something against Hufflepuffs, or at least, something against you.

You glance across the classroom at him now, trying to focus on Professor Slughorn’s lecture about the properties of Wiggentree bark, but your attention keeps drifting. Billy sits there in his Slytherin robes, lounging in his seat with that signature air of superiority, dark hair tousled just enough to look effortlessly cool. His eyes flick over to you, and you immediately look away, feeling your face heat up. You’re used to it by now, the way he looks at you. Always with that little smirk like he knows something you don’t. You figure he’s sizing up another opportunity to take a jab at you, like he always does.

“Hufflepuff and Potions… a tragic combination,” you hear him mutter under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore him. But of course, he doesn’t stop there. He never does.

“I’m surprised you even know which cauldron to stir,” Billy continues, voice dripping with mockery as he leans slightly toward you from across the aisle. “Guess Hufflepuff does teach something useful after all. Like how to follow instructions. Riveting.”

You clench your jaw, willing yourself not to rise to his bait. This is how it always goes—Billy picking at you, trying to get under your skin. The fact that he’s Slytherin, with his mother’s terrifying reputation hanging over him like a dark cloud, makes it worse. No one in their right mind would stand up to Billy Maximoff, son of the Scarlet Witch. Not when rumors swirl around the school about the things Wanda Maximoff is capable of, and by extension, what her son might be able to do.

Still, you’ve never really understood why he singles you out like this. You’re not the only Hufflepuff in this class. But it’s always you.

“What’s the matter?” he says, tone oozing with faux innocence. “Didn’t they teach you how to talk back in Hufflepuff?”

You grit your teeth. “I’m just trying to focus on the lesson, Maximoff. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

Billy's smirk falters for a second, like he wasn’t expecting you to respond. He narrows his eyes at you, and you feel a strange flicker of satisfaction. You’ve never really talked back to him before.

“Touchy, aren’t we?” he mutters, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze lingers on you, as though he’s studying you for some reaction, something deeper.

There’s a beat of silence, and you glance over at him again, catching the faintest hint of something in his expression—nervousness? Uncertainty? For a split second, Billy almost looks… awkward? But then he catches you looking and snaps back into his usual cocky posture.

“You know,” he says, smirking again, “it’s cute that you’re trying. Really. Keep it up, maybe one day you’ll even make it to competent.”

You don’t know why it stings so much this time. You’ve been dealing with his taunts for weeks, but this one feels sharper. You glare at him, more frustrated with yourself for letting it get to you than anything else. Billy’s always like this—mean, biting, trying to rile you up for whatever reason. But for some reason, today, it hits different.

Billy, meanwhile, glances away quickly, clearing his throat as though regretting the comment. You think you see a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but it’s gone before you can be sure.

“Whatever,” you mutter, turning back to your notes, trying to ignore the strange tension that seems to settle between you two.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Billy sneaking another glance at you. His lips part like he wants to say something else, but then he hesitates. Instead, he lets out a low sigh and looks away, sinking into his chair, unusually quiet for the rest of class.

You tell yourself you’re imagining things, that there’s nothing going on behind those sharp words and smug smirks. But there’s a small part of you—one you’ve tried to ignore—that wonders if Billy Maximoff's teasing is less about your House… and more about you.

When Professor Slughorn announces the paired assignment, you don’t think much of it at first. You’re too busy making sure your Potions notes are organized, and trying to shake off the feeling of Billy staring at you from across the aisle like he’s been doing all class. It’s nothing new, really. He’s always watching you out of the corner of his eye, ready to throw another sarcastic remark your way.

“As for partners,” Slughorn says cheerfully, pulling out a long parchment. You’re barely listening, your mind drifting to what this project might be. Something tedious, probably. “I’ll be pairing you up myself, so listen carefully!”

The room buzzes with soft murmurs as everyone starts whispering, wondering who they’ll be stuck with for the next few weeks. You half-heartedly scan the list, hoping to get someone who’ll actually do their share of the work, maybe one of your friends from Hufflepuff—

“Maximoff and…”

You freeze, heart sinking in that split second before Slughorn says it.

“…Y/N.”

You blink, sure you’ve misheard. But no, Professor Slughorn’s eyes are on you, and Maximoff turns his head sharply in your direction, his usual smirk replaced by something that looks more like… disbelief. You hear him mutter something under his breath that you can’t quite make out, and suddenly you’re very aware of the weight of the situation. Maximoff. As your partner.

This can’t be happening.

“Looks like you two will be working together on our Draught of Living Death project,” Slughorn says, sounding pleased with himself. “Should be a fascinating exercise, and I trust you’ll both rise to the occasion!”

You resist the urge to groan out loud. Of all the people in this class, him? It’s not that Maximoff isn’t smart—he’s one of the top students, of course. It’s just… well, you’ve been trying to avoid him for weeks. The idea of being stuck in close proximity to him, having to collaborate, deal with his constant teasing… It makes your stomach churn.

Maximoff leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as if he’s processing this too. For a moment, you wonder if he’s just as horrified by the idea. But then that familiar smirk starts to tug at his lips again.

“Well,” he drawls, not even looking at you, “this should be interesting.”

You glance at him, trying to read his expression, but it’s the same as always—arrogant, amused. Like the thought of working with you is just another opportunity to toy with you. Of course it is. That’s what he does.

You keep your face neutral as you start packing up your things, determined not to show any sign of how much this bothers you. You’ll deal with this. You have to.

Maximoff, of course, doesn’t give you the chance to slip away quietly. As you both stand up at the end of class, he falls into step beside you, just a little too close, his presence impossible to ignore.

“Hufflepuff and Slytherin, working together on a potion,” he muses, his voice low and teasing. “I wonder how that’s going to go. Think you can keep up?”

You grit your teeth, gripping your bag a little tighter as you glance at him. “I’m not the one who’s going to be struggling here, Maximoff.”

His smirk widens, but there’s something off about it today—something you can’t quite place. Like maybe he’s putting on an act.

“Sure, sure,” he says, waving a hand dismissively. “Just don’t spill anything. I hear Hufflepuffs can be a little… clumsy.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll let you know if I need help handling a spoon.”

Maximoff’s laugh catches you off guard. It’s not cruel or mocking, but something softer, almost genuine. For a moment, he seems less like the arrogant Slytherin who’s been making your life miserable and more… human.

But then he glances at you again, and his expression shifts back to that familiar teasing look. “Well, let’s hope this little partnership doesn’t blow up in our faces. Literally.”

You sigh. “I’m sure we’ll survive. As long as you don’t screw it up.”

Maximoff raises an eyebrow at that, his smirk faltering for just a second. Then he recovers, leaning in slightly as if to make his next comment more personal. “Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

There’s something in the way he says it that makes your pulse quicken, but you shake it off, refusing to let him get to you. This is just a project. Just a few weeks of working together. You can handle that.

As you walk away, you can still feel his eyes on you, like he’s trying to figure you out.

The first few days of working on the project with Maximoff are exactly as awkward as you expected. He still throws in the occasional sarcastic comment about Hufflepuff, and you still resist the urge to snap back every time. There’s a lot of uncomfortable silence too, where you’re both too busy focusing on the Draught of Living Death to fill the space with words.

But the weird thing is, Billy doesn’t seem quite as relentless as before. In fact, he’s been quieter, more thoughtful. It’s almost like he’s holding himself back.

One afternoon, you’re both sitting in the library, poring over old potions textbooks, when Billy clears his throat. You glance up at him, expecting another jab or snide remark, but his expression is… different. Less smug, more hesitant.

“So,” he says, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his dark hair. “I’ve been thinking…”

“Sounds dangerous,” you mutter, more out of habit than actual malice.

To your surprise, Billy laughs. It’s a low, genuine sound, and it catches you off guard.

“Okay, I walked into that one,” he admits, shaking his head slightly. “But seriously. About this… partnership. I’ve realized something.”

You look at him, curious but cautious. This is the longest he’s gone without teasing you since you started working together.

“I’ve been kind of… a jerk,” he says, his voice quieter than usual. His eyes flick away from yours, like he’s uncomfortable admitting it. “You know, with the comments and the attitude. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. That maybe giving you a hard time would make things easier between us or something.” He shrugs, looking almost embarrassed now.

You blink, not sure how to respond. Is Billy Maximoff — Billy Maximoff — actually apologizing to you? For the first time since you’ve met him, he seems almost vulnerable. Not the cocky, arrogant Slytherin who’s been making your life difficult for weeks, but someone real, someone unsure of himself.

“I get it if you don’t believe me,” he continues when you stay quiet. “But I just… I don’t want things to be like that anymore. I mean, we’re stuck working together, right? We might as well make it less miserable.”

You stare at him for a moment, trying to gauge whether he’s serious. He’s watching you closely, like he’s waiting for your reaction.

And the thing is, despite everything, you don’t actually hate him. Annoyed, sure. But hate? No. And now, with him sitting across from you, admitting he’s been kind of awful, it’s hard to hold onto the frustration you’ve been feeling.

“I… appreciate that,” you finally say, your voice a little softer than before. “I mean, yeah, you’ve been kind of a jerk. But it’s not like I’m perfect either.”

Billy seems surprised by your response, his eyebrows raising slightly. Then he smiles—really smiles, not the usual smirk or sarcastic grin. And for the first time, you see a different side of him. A side that isn’t hiding behind layers of arrogance or teasing.

“Okay, good. So… truce?” he offers, holding out his hand in a gesture that’s more sincere than you ever thought he was capable of.

You glance at his hand, then back at his face, and after a moment’s hesitation, you take it. His grip is firm, warm, and something in that simple contact sends a strange flutter through your chest that you quickly ignore.

“Truce,” you agree, letting go of his hand and trying to focus back on the potion ingredients in front of you.

The next few days are… different. Billy, true to his word, tones down the teasing, and in its place, something else starts to grow between you two. He’s still sarcastic sometimes, still has that sharp edge to him, but it’s more playful now. Less biting, more… friendly.

One evening, as you’re both huddled over a bubbling cauldron in the Potions classroom, trying to perfect the next step in your Draught of Living Death, you find yourselves actually talking. Not about school, or the project, but other things: Quidditch, your favorite classes, even a little about your families.

“So, Hufflepuff,” Billy says, glancing over at you while stirring the cauldron. “Why’d you end up in that house, anyway? Always thought you’d make a pretty decent Ravenclaw, with the way you obsess over details.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden interest. “Well, not every Hufflepuff is just ‘nice and loyal,’ you know. We’ve got more going on than that.”

Billy chuckles, clearly amused. “Yeah, I’m starting to see that. But still, I didn’t picture you there at first. You’re… different than the other Hufflepuffs I know.”

You can’t help but smirk a little at that. “Is that a compliment?”

“Maybe,” he says with a shrug, his eyes flicking to yours again, and this time there’s no teasing behind it. Just something… softer.

For a while, the two of you fall into an easy rhythm. You notice little things, like the way Maximoff’s confidence seems less about bravado and more about hiding some deeper insecurity. And Billy, for his part, starts asking about you: your hobbies, your thoughts on things, like he’s genuinely curious.

One night, while working late in the library, you’re both sitting closer than usual, poring over some notes about the final step of the potion. Billy is quieter than normal, his focus drifting from the pages to you, though you try not to notice.

“You know,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence. “I never thought I’d actually like working with you.”

You look up, confused. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair in that way he always does when he’s nervous. “I dunno. I just… you’re not what I expected. I thought this would suck, but it’s actually been… nice.”

There’s a strange, warm feeling in your chest at his words. It’s the first time he’s been this open with you, and for some reason, it makes you smile.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, meeting his eyes. “It’s been nice.”

For a moment, the two of you just sit there, the air between you thick with something unspoken. Billy's gaze lingers on you a little longer than usual, and you wonder if he’s thinking the same thing you are—that maybe, just maybe, this project was the best thing that could’ve happened to the both of you.

It hits you all at once, like a flash of lightning on a clear day, completely unexpected.

You and Billy are sitting in the Potions classroom again, working on the final steps of the Draught of Living Death. It’s late, well past dinner, but the two of you have fallen into this strange, comfortable routine—staying behind, just the two of you, focused on the bubbling cauldron. You’ve grown used to it now, the sound of his voice, the way he leans over the table to make a point, his dark hair falling into his eyes, that little smirk that’s become softer around the edges.

And that’s when it happens. He laughs—really laughs—at something you say, his whole face lighting up in a way you’ve never seen before. His eyes crinkle at the edges, and the sound of it, the sight of it, warms something deep inside you. It’s not like the usual snark or teasing. It’s real. Genuine.

You freeze, the stirring rod slipping from your fingers and clattering against the table, but you barely register it because your heart suddenly feels like it’s doing somersaults in your chest. Something tightens in your throat, a rush of heat flooding your face.

Oh no.

You stare at him, your mind reeling. This can’t be happening. You can’t feel like this about him. He’s Billy Maximoff. The guy who used to make fun of you. The guy you’ve spent weeks bickering with. The guy you’ve—somehow—grown closer to.

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You’ve grown close. Too close. And now, as you sit here in the dimly lit classroom, watching the way the light from the cauldron flickers across his face, the truth slams into you so hard you can’t ignore it.

You’re in love with him.

The realization shocks you to your core. Your mind races, scrambling to make sense of it, but you can’t. You never thought… you’ve never even considered that you might feel this way about another guy. About Billy of all people. And yet, here you are, staring at him like he’s the only thing in the room that matters. Your heart pounds in your chest, and suddenly you’re hyperaware of everything—how close he is, the way his hand brushes against yours when he reaches for a quill, the subtle curve of his lips when he smiles.

Billy glances up at you, oblivious to the storm that’s raging inside your head. “You good? You’ve been staring at the cauldron like it’s about to explode.”

You snap back to reality, blinking quickly, trying to act normal even though your thoughts are anything but. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “About what? Whether Hufflepuffs can handle a potion this complex?”

You force a laugh, but it’s shaky, and you hope he doesn’t notice. “Something like that.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and turns his attention back to the potion, stirring it carefully. You watch him, heart still racing, trying to process what just happened.

You never thought you’d feel this way—about a guy, about Billy. But there’s no denying it anymore. It’s not just the fact that he’s good-looking, though he is in that infuriating, effortless way. It’s more than that. It’s the way he’s started letting down his guard around you, the way he teases you now with a smile instead of a smirk. The way he talks to you, like he’s actually interested in what you have to say. The way he makes you feel seen in a way no one else ever has.

And that’s terrifying.

You can’t be in love with him. You don’t even like boys—or at least, you didn’t think you did. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But now that it has, you can’t unfeel it. You can’t undo the way your chest tightens when he looks at you, or the way his laugh sends butterflies into a frenzy in your stomach. You can’t stop your heart from racing every time he’s near, or the way your thoughts keep circling back to him, even when you try to push them away.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your breathing, but the truth is, you’re completely overwhelmed. You glance over at Billy again, your gaze lingering on him a little too long, and you catch yourself wondering—what would he think? If he knew. If he could see into your head right now, could he feel the same way?

But that’s impossible. Billy’s never shown any sign that he’s interested in anyone, much less you. And besides, you’ve been nothing but rivals for so long. He’s only just started being nice to you, and here you are, falling for him like some lovesick fool.

You pull yourself together, forcing your focus back to the potion in front of you. This isn’t the time to think about it. You’ll deal with it later, figure out what to do with these feelings—if you can. For now, you just need to survive this project without giving anything away.

But as Billy leans closer, his arm brushing against yours again, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to.

A few days pass, but your mind is still tangled in the realization you’ve been fighting against—you’re in love with Billy Maximoff. And it’s more than just a passing crush, more than something you can shove into the back of your mind and pretend doesn’t exist. It’s real, undeniable, and every time you see him, every time you talk to him, it gets harder to ignore.

At first, you keep trying to convince yourself that it’s not possible. You’ve never been interested in guys before, right? So how could this happen? But the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. The way you felt around other boys, the awkwardness that you brushed off as nothing—maybe it wasn’t nothing. Maybe you were just afraid to look at it too closely. And now, sitting here with the reality of your feelings for Billy, you know you can’t hide from it anymore.

You’re gay.

The thought should scare you, and maybe it does, a little. But it also feels like a weight lifting off your chest. You’ve spent so much time trying to be someone you thought you were supposed to be, and now, for the first time, you feel like you’re starting to understand who you actually are. You don’t have all the answers yet, and you’re not even sure what comes next, but this truth—this part of you���isn’t something to be afraid of.

But then there’s Billy. And the idea of telling him—of confessing to him—is something else entirely. You’ve been working with him every day, getting closer, sharing inside jokes and moments that make your heart race, but does he feel the same way? Or is this all just in your head?

It’s not until the day the potion is finally complete that you make up your mind. The two of you are standing side by side, admiring the shimmering, perfect Draught of Living Death. Professor Slughorn had praised your work, saying it was one of the best potions he’d ever seen from students, and now it’s just the two of you in the empty classroom, a sense of accomplishment hanging in the air.

Billy grins, leaning on the table, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “Well, we didn’t blow anything up. I’d call that a success.”

You laugh, but your mind is already elsewhere, racing with what you’ve been meaning to say for days now. If you don’t say it now, you might never have the courage to do it. And as much as the thought terrifies you, the idea of keeping this secret locked away forever scares you even more.

“Billy…” you begin, your voice a little shaky. He glances at you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

He straightens up, his playful smirk fading as he notices the seriousness in your tone. “What is it?” he asks, his voice softer, more cautious.

You take a deep breath, your heart pounding so loudly you can barely hear yourself think. This is it. No turning back. “I… I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about, well… everything. And I realized something.” Your stomach twists into knots, but you force yourself to keep going. “I think… I think I’m gay.”

The words hang in the air between you, heavy and terrifying, but also freeing. For the first time, you’ve said it out loud. And for the first time, you don’t feel like you’re suffocating under the weight of pretending to be someone else.

Billy doesn’t say anything right away, and your heart sinks, fear creeping in. Maybe you misread everything. Maybe he’s about to make some sarcastic joke or brush it off.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he just looks at you, his expression softening, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. “Y/N,” he says quietly, stepping a little closer, “thank you for telling me.”

There’s something about the way he says it, the gentleness in his voice, that makes the tightness in your chest loosen. But you’re not done yet. You swallow hard, feeling the words rise in your throat, the confession you’ve been holding onto for what feels like forever.

“And… it’s not just that I’m gay,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper now. “I… I think I’m in love with you.”

You finally meet his gaze, your heart hammering as you wait for his reaction. The silence stretches out between you, and every second feels like an eternity. You half expect him to laugh it off, to make some snarky comment about how you’re just imagining things. But instead, something shifts in his eyes—surprise, yes, but something else too. Something warmer.

Billy takes a step closer, so close now that you can feel the warmth of him, smell the faint scent of whatever cologne he wears. His expression is unreadable for a moment, but then—finally—he speaks.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he murmurs, his voice low, his gaze locked onto yours.

You blink, stunned, the meaning of his words hitting you like a tidal wave. “Wait, what?”

Billy laughs softly, shaking his head. “You’re not the only one who’s been keeping secrets, Y/N.” He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, and his touch sends sparks skittering across your skin. “I’ve liked you for… well, way longer than I want to admit. But I didn’t know how to act around you, so I did the only thing I knew, I teased you. A lot. Which, in hindsight, was probably not the best move.”

You stare at him, completely floored. “So… you like me too?”

Billy’s lips curve into a smile, the kind that’s more genuine than any smirk you’ve ever seen from him. “Yeah, I do. A lot.”

Relief and disbelief crash over you in equal measure, and you feel like you can finally breathe again. You laugh, a little breathless, shaking your head. “I can’t believe it. I thought—”

“Thought what?” Billy interrupts, stepping even closer now, his voice soft. “That I’d push you away?”

You nod, your pulse racing.

“Well,” Billy says, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “I’m not pushing you away.” He hesitates for a second, like he’s making sure this is what you want, and when you don’t pull back, he closes the distance between you completely.

His lips meet yours in a gentle, tentative kiss, and it’s like the world falls away. Everything you’ve been worrying about, all the fear and confusion—it fades into the background, replaced by the warmth of his touch, the softness of his kiss. It feels right, like this was always supposed to happen, like the two of you were meant to find your way to this moment.

When you finally pull back, both of you are smiling—really smiling—and the weight that’s been pressing down on you for weeks, maybe longer, is completely gone.

Billy grins, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. “So, what do you say we celebrate making the best potion in class and you finally coming clean about your feelings?”

You laugh, feeling lighter than you have in ages. “Yeah. I think that sounds like a great idea.”

And as you leave the classroom together, you realize that this is just the beginning. You’ve finally accepted who you are, and somehow, against all odds, the person you’ve fallen for feels the same way. Everything feels possible now.

First time writing male!character x male!reader so I hope I did good but I'm open to criticism as long as it's kind lol.

If you like the story like reblog and drop a follow if you want to read more. <3

[willdarknessdivideblog]

Back with another Scorbus fic🐍

artist: upthehillart

[yvette-tal]

“What’s up with you lately?”

Startled, you turn around only to see your boyfriend, Kentarou, in the doorway to your room. Weird. When he’d get here?

“Your door was unlocked. Do you know how fucking dangerous that is?” He asked, clearly upset by more than the confused and dazed look on your face as he walks closer “What’s up with you? You didn’t answer any of my texts or calls, are you mad at me?” He asked, his frown softening a bit.

“are you mad at me?” You dumbly return his question and he answers without hesitation “Yes.”

lmao ouch.

“but I’m also worried about you.” He mumbled, the faintest of blushes dusting his cheeks that you aren’t sure you’re seeing right. “Come on, loser. Tell me what’s bothering you. I’m tired of you acting weird all the time.”

[mlmxreader]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

m!reader - mlm/nblm ONLY (mutuals this doesn't apply to you)

MacCready:

Hancock:

He likes to "accidentally" walk in while you're masturbating, always pretending to be shocked for a moment before clearing his throat and asking when you were gonna invite him. You know exactly what he's doing, but you always find yourself playing along bc it's just too much fun to pretend it isn't.

"Well hey there, handsome, you need any help with that?"

Preston:

He loves to pin you down during sex; his hands over yours and keeping them against the mattress while he uses his weight to keep you there, listening to all your little grunts and growls that are mostly incoherent. the odd "harder, please! fuck!" catches him from time to time, but he does stop every now and then to check in.

"That's it, good boy. You like that?"

Nick Valentine:

He fucking adores it when you ride him, your hands on his chest as he looks up into your eyes, his grip on your ass just and just strong enough to leave faint marks that disappear within seconds. there's nothing he likes more than taking it slow, gentle, reminding both you & him that you're alright in the end - everything is gonna be alright.

"General, if I could, I would marry you."

He usually takes things slow and gentle and easy, but there is the odd moment when he can switch things up; edging you and teasing you until you're on the verge of tears and fucking desperate for him to please, please fuck you or at least let you fucking cum. he can be so unfair, but never pushes past your limits.

"Not bad for being made out of gears and sprockets, eh?"

Maximus:

Once he's comfortable with sex around you, Maximus can be quite experimental; he's always willing to try new things if you suggest it and he trusts you enough that you'll honour his safe word if things ever go too far. He likes to make you laugh during sex, though, mostly so he can see your big smile and hear it echo through the fog of panting and moaning.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! That was amazing!"

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul:

Cooper can be unfair and even torturous during sex; edging you and overstimulating you until you're on the verge of tears, begging and pleading. he's a fucking mean dom, and he makes it known - doesn't care that you're his boyfriend, he's an asshole and he'll act like it. but... he does also have some soft moments, too.

"Atta boy! Now get on your fuckin' knees."

[sharkboywrites]

Haha what if I opened requests for mouthwashing once I open my reqs again…haha…what if…?

[reveryfics]

Blood Sport

Pairings: Eddie Brock x Male reader

Summary: During the fight with carnage, the reader and his symbiote (Agony) sacrifice themselves to take down Cletus

A/n: I actually hate this one, but yall seem to enjoy it

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It was a night cloaked in shadows, the sky weeping heavily as rain poured down in relentless sheets. The deafening sound of a bell tolling in the distance, its mournful peals echoing through the old church.

In the dim light a badly beaten figure lay sprawled in the dirt, the ground beneath him saturated with the thick red of his blood and rain. His body ached with every shallow breath, and his eyelids fluttered as he fought against the encroaching feeling of death.

The world around him swirled like a distorted dream, edges blurred and shapes melting into one another. With gritted teeth, he wrestled with despair and pain, instinct driving him to crawl towards the symbiote that lay before him. Each movement sent jolts of agony through his battered frame, but he refused to succumb to a man like Cletus Kasady.

Above him, the bell tolled on, its haunting low rhythm slowly coming to a halt along with the world around him.

His shaky hand reached forward, a thick purple goo sprung towards him enveloping his entire being. He heaved himself from the ground. Blood matted his hair, plastered to his face like a gruesome mask. His eyes, narrowed slits of pain, burned like a feral light.

A guttural scream, raw and primal, tore from his throat - a sound of pure unadulterated agony. Each step was a testament to the twos will, a staggering crawl towards the church tower as his symbiote enveloped his body, fueled by vengeance that burned brighter than any pain.

The symbiote lunges, their nails digging into carnage as they send them plummeting towards the ground, both hitting the muddy ground with a thud. Carnage lay pinned beneath, their eyes locked in a silent, intense stare. Neither moved, neither spoke.

“Such a pathetic morsal.” Carnage hissed.

“We the pathetic ones?!” They spat. “Pathetic is the symbiote who needed a killer to do its bidding,” they growled. “We.….are Agony!”

Carnage roared, a sound swallowed by the rain, and flung Agony into the side of the church. The symbiote huffed, crawling up the church and towards the bell, beckoning for Carnage to come after them.

The two stood by the stilled bell, the two at a standoff as Venom watched while Eddie desperately tried to help Anne.

Agony fought with a desperate grace, their movement fluid until Carnage with Cletus. They had something those two didn't, a perfect bond, a perfect symbiotic pair that no one could ever come close to.

In a desperate attempt, Carnage flung not only himself, but the other two into the church bell. The agonizing toll separating them from their symbiotes who plumbited to the church floor below.

Cletus retaliated with a swift kick to the man's knee, the impact sending him to his knees. The man seized the opportunity, driving his elbow into the other jaw. He grunted, clutching his face as he shakily stood.

“You're nothing but a pathetic little shit!” Cletus bellowed. “You think he cares about you? You think Eddie Brock will look twice once this is all over?” He continued.

“You think I don't know? You think I've never realized how little I mean to him?” He retorted.

The two stood still, their eyes locked on one another like before. Neither moved, neither said a word as they let everything sink in.

Cletus took a step forward, peering over the edge at their two symbiotes fighting while Venom and Eddie still tried to help Anne.

Cletus sighed. “He's more worried about a woman who don't love him,” he chuckled. “How does it fe-”

His words caught in his throat as the world slowed around him. He was falling, no the both of them were falling. They looked at one another, then suddenly everything went black.

Blood splattered against the dusty pews as pieces of broken wood pierced their bodies. Cletus lay several feet away, along with his now dead symbiote.

Agony let out a cry, their weak form crumbling to the floor beside their host. He was alive, but they were both too weak and they knew it. They knew they'd never survive this, never get to go home.

“Eddie…..” He gurgled through the blood pouring from his mouth.

Eddie's face was full of unknown feelings, his body racked with sobs as he rushed towards their side. His shaky hands nearing his body, but never touching him.

“No, no, no, no!” He screams, his voice breaking.

Tears streamed down his face, clouding his vision. He could barely make out the words Eddie began to scream, could barely register the begging coming from Eddie's mouth.

“Do something! Do something Agony!” He cried, but his cries fell upon deaf ears. “Please….please I love you.”

He smiled as best he could, his way of telling Eddie that he felt the same. His way of acknowledging what was already said far to late.

-

Eddie was glad it was raining at the funeral, but everyone knew. Everyone knew what was going through his head.

“You're my favorite regret, and one day I'll pay for my arrogance.” Eddie breathed.

[eekshade]

I’m very for angst right now- Bucky in his Winter Soldier ‘mode’ in some way hurt his boyfriend who then was sent to the hospital. Later on when Bucky’s back to normal he realized what he did and feels very sad about it and visits his partner

sorry this took so long, i know it's not really what you were looking for, more of a hurt/comfort than angst.

Sorry, Sweet Home.

Bucky Barnes x m!reader

Word Count: 644

Warnings/Info: made this on my phone, this isn't really angsty, more fluff than anything, just a hospital scene; no actual violence, not proofread, no real warnings

Bucky sat in the pure white and blue hospital waiting room, speckles of color pop out in the minimalist paintings of nothing in particular. Tears pricked in his eyes as the guilt of harming you caused him to shudder deeply. How could he do this? How could he let himself slip like that? How could he hurt you when all you wanted to do was help? He felt numb as he shifted uncomfortably in the stiff seat.

The doctor came to him, Bucky didn't fully know what was said to him. The sound of his heart and nondescript buzzing flooded his ears. His body moved by itself as he made his way through the spotless hallway to your cleansed, pale room.

His eyes land on your somnolent body, he blinks to clear his eyes of the warm tears. His mind races a mile a minute, his self hate and shame boils in his heart. His body feels like it's going to give out underneath the weight of it all. His thoughts come to an abrupt end at the sight of your warm, shaky smile.

“Buck…? You okay?” You whispered, voice soft as a small kit.

“Am I okay?” His voice cracked deeply, taking a breath before continuing, “Are you?” He made no effort to move closer to you - the guilt stopping him.

“Of course I am, I can take you any day.” You jested, he let out a soft whimper at that.

“Honey, can you please come over here?” You pleaded with a warm smile.

He nodded hesitantly, pulling up a chair to the side of your bed. Knees pressed against the soft plush of the mattress, the contrast of the cool metal bringing him no comfort.

“I am so sorry.” He apologized, voice barley audible out of fear that if he spoke too loud, he wouldn't be able to get the sentence out. Tears running down his soft cheeks, the salty taste enters through the corner of his lips.

“Hey, no no no, don't do that. It's not your fault.” The pads of your thumbs gently wipe the tears off of his pretty face.

“-But I put you here? How could this not be my fault? I let myself go, and I let myself hurt you.” He croaked, “ I'm a monster.” He avoided eye contact like the plague, opted to look at his hands tangled with yours.

You broke into laughter, warm and bubbly, he looked up at your face, confusion gracing his angelic features.

“Sorry, I just, I love you so very much. Do you know that?” You snickered.

“Callin’ yourself a monster, but - god, I mean, look at you.” You say with a harsh snort.

“What does that mean?” He smiles at you, guilt seeping out of his system at your antics.

“Well, for starters you have an entire bookshelf of only fantasy, you organize your clothes by color, you're insanely good with kids, you love carnivals, you fold your socks, you are a cat whisperer, do you need more?”

He looks at you sweetly, opening his mouth to respond, but he closes it when he can't find the right words to choose. He looks down at his lap, a lovely smirk on his lips. He's trying to hide it almost like he's embarrassed of himself for being so easily swayed.

“Look at me.” You responded curtly. His blue eyes swiftly look up at you, shaken by your icy tone.

You lean in and leave a quick tender kiss on his slightly chapped lips, he chases your lips as you pull away. He whines as you stop him from continuing. You rest your forehead on his, your breath mixing together, “I love you, Buck, so so much.” You mumble into the small space between you two.

“I love you more.” He kisses your cheek.

“Sure sure.” You scoff, catching his lips once more.

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[b0nebroth]

✧.°₊DALLAS WINSTON X MALE! READER ₊°.✧

Headcanons :3

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FEM DNI!!! Boys only party

Warnings: Little homophobia but not really

My first actual post so pls dont judge if its bad :,D

☆‧° He would be so confused at first

☆‧° Dally had always liked girls, so how come he felt the same things for you? A guy!???

☆‧° Definitely some internalised homophobia

☆‧° BUT, when he got over that stuff and yall start dating he is the sweetest guy EVER!!

☆‧° Obviously you couldn't be all couple-y in public because its one thing being a greaser but being gay AND a greaser?? Hell nahAlso Dally has a rep to keep up; if people knew he liked dudes no one would be scared of him!

☆‧° But, If yall are hanging out in public places he will try to casually swing an arm around your shoulder or he'll give you his jacket or something.

☆‧° However, when you're just hanging out in private he's ALL OVER you. Arm around your waist, head on your shoulder, holding hands; its like a magnet to steel, He just can't keep off!

☆‧° If you're out doing something late at night he'll steal a little kiss :3

☆‧° Dally says he hates sappy songs about love but, when its just you two in his car, driving to nowhere, he LOVES them.

☆‧° Love language is definitely gift giving or acts of service

☆‧° He'll give you little presents every now and then, like a packet of cigarettes or a candy bar

☆‧° Or if you ask him to do something for you like getting the groceries? YES SIR! he is ON IT

☆‧° SUPER jealous if any girl comes remotely close to you

☆‧° Once a girl tried to get your number when you were at work and he stormed out the door (dramatic style) and sat in his car on the verge of tears for an hour

☆‧° Just so dramatic. So. So dramatic.

☆‧° When you told the rest of the gang they were super supportive!! Except Darry and Pony who thought that Dally is just gonna get you in trouble all the time... which is true- but they just want what's best for you!

☆‧° Overall he'd be a good boyfriend :33 and he's definitely a homo.